Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 597 - 371: Remarkable Progress

The twilight is heavy, the setting sun descends to the west.

Another group of Crusaders waving flags of various colors returned to the city with their spoils overloaded, boasting to the guards in the city while walking, completely ignoring the blood-stained robes on their bodies and the considerably reduced size of their team compared to when they set out.

Losa's main army mostly didn't mobilize, just swept through some castles and strongholds near Damietta City, refusing to compete with the Crusaders, who were so hungry their eyes were blurred, for those scraps.

Although the hard battles were fought by Losa's main army, Losa, as the Supreme Commander of the Crusaders, had to mind his eating manners.

Anyway, he has already seized the most succulent piece of meat.

Jeanne, clad in bright armor, pointed to the army below from atop the city wall and said: "This city is called Damietta, the largest city in Lower Egypt. We have just captured this city, and the order has not fully recovered."

Damietta was still under military control, with guards holding torches patrolling everywhere.

On the city wall, in towers spaced hundreds of meters apart, a Woodland Archer is stationed, their eyesight outstanding, capable even at night of using faint starlight to spot those hidden in the dark attempting to scale the walls.

"After capturing the port, new Crusader Soldiers carrying dreams of the Holy Land land here every day, some just naively follow a shout and go to the battlefield, never returning."

Jeanne's tone is slightly sarcastic: "Land, wealth, faith, fused, can generate such great power."

Lavinia suddenly asked: "Jeanne, do you have a territory?"

"Why ask that suddenly?"

"After all, this is the Middle Ages, I've heard that Losa seems to have granted you some noble title."

"In the Middle Ages, must nobles have territories?"

Jeanne found it somewhat amusing: "But actually I do have, nominally, the castle across the river valley and all territories in the northern Sinai Peninsula belong to me."

Her tone paused: "It's just a pity it's still a barren land, otherwise, I would definitely plant it full of grapes and prepare a wine cellar filled with the finest wines."

"By the way, the first batch of subjects should have arrived across the river by now."

The sub-pillars of the Tree of Life require time to grow, but the mountain farms affiliated with the castle across the river can be used now.

"Actually, so-called territory is nothing but nominal, I'm lazy to manage these affairs."

"Could you share with me about your past?"

"What matter?"

"Those legends, the Knight of Radiance being the Saintess Jeanne, the Flame Master resurrecting in the flames, etc."

"Yes, it's true."

Jeanne chuckled: "Actually, not just me, many comrades from that time survived as Heroic Spirits."

"Such as Marshal Jil de Lais, Rahel, Marshal Bousac?"

"Yes, they're all still alive." Lavinia showed a relieved smile, "Before the Holy Church moved to Avignon, we had always fought the Dark Forces as Demon Hunters, speaking of joining the Holy Church, it's related to your Wolf Race."

Lavinia had a somewhat awkward smile.

The Holy See was originally in Rome, but as the Wolf Race of Two Sicilies moved north and continually devoured Northern Apennines, the Holy See was forced to flee.

"Lady Jeanne, the lord has appointed me to draft a written code based on the territory's situation, do you have any suggestions?"

"Ha, you're too polite."

Jeanne gazed at Lavinia's scholarly-looking face framed by golden glasses, couldn't resist pinching her cheek: "From now on we're all partners, no need to be so formal."

"As for suggestions..."

Jeanne thought for a moment: "Actually not much, whether the code is useful depends on its implementation, generally speaking, everyone knows who's right or wrong, even the best laws are meaningless if unmaintained."

Lavinia seemed to recall something, smiled bitterly: "You're right."

"No need to rush the work, he isn't paying you a salary anyway, first wander with me for two days to understand the customs of the Middle Ages before we talk."

She placed her hands on the city wall, opened her arms as if welcoming the moist sea breeze.

...

When Jeanne took Lavinia back to the manor, the courtyard looked like it had been ravaged by a typhoon, everywhere were fallen leaves and branches, sword marks on marble floors, pavilions, and railings.

"Tsk, are you two planning to tear down the house?"

Chelina was slightly embarrassed: "This time during the lord's slumber, the progress was truly great, whether in power control or danger reaction speed, it's far superior to before, I wanted to measure his strength too much then."

"So, how much effort did you exert?"

Jeanne was a bit astonished.

Chelina pondered and gave an answer: "Full strength it wasn't, but eight-tenths I did."

"That really is..."

Jeanne was also somewhat tongue-tied, doesn't this mean Losa originally at Five-Star Hans' level, after this battle record world trial, reached Six-Star, almost the same as her before elite status?

At this time, Losa had finished washing up, cheerfully came over.

Upon returning to reality, his strength further increased, as his intimacy with Lavinia met the standard, he could also share one of her talents.

Almost without thinking, he chose Lavinia's first talent: Thorny Body, which provides a fifty percent damage reduction bonus and can rebound to attackers, combined with his Cast Iron Body from bathing in Dragon Blood, his defense now is quite astonishing.

Because Lavinia's second talent "Guardian" is a halo skill and can't stack, and the third talent "Thorn Armor" is a set of battle equipment, Losa doesn't lack equipment, so unnecessary to choose.

"From now on, I will become increasingly strong, you all must strive hard too, otherwise, later you'll only be able to have me guard you."

Losa's smile was somewhat smug.

He has an unused "1453 Ottoman's Fall" simulation battle script, once used, he can gain a brand new Six-star Template, his strength will further increase.

Sadly, even now, he lacks confidence to, as Constantine XI, single-handedly reverse the situation.

The difficulty is simply not comparable to the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

Jeanne nonchalantly mocked: "That would be wonderful, I look forward to that day, when you no longer need us, I'll abandon all this and return to my old profession."

"You won't have that chance."